ich habe noch mal ein bischen gegoogled, das Gedicht existiert tatsächlich:


Crossing The Bar

Sunset and evening star
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound or foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out
our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may beat me far,
I hope to see my pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.

-Alfred Lord Tennyson-